Showdown

Melnikova, in Trish’s body, strolled casually, unconcernedly through the squad room, straight for Wilkins.

He watched, his insides churning in horror and disbelief, as the pride of the Lawrencedale Police Department tried in vain to stop her, to slow her, to even get her attention. She took only a few seconds to reach him, but to Wilkins it seemed like her approach would never end. Forster stood frightened and staring at his side.